User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG/@comment-4677325-20130909004757/@comment-32303-20130909210450

''A large figure stirred in the wreckage and drew the long claymore at his side. Macaulish Longfang held his breath as he watched the approaching figure, not daring to take his eyes away. "Ah may no' have a choice a' the noo other than tae kill. . . ." the Highlander spoke in a barely-audible whisper, gripping the hilt tightly. He could only watch and hope this creature wasn't afflicted by the dreaded Bloodwrath. . . . ''